Complete Consistance [Continued]

[Artemis]

Cold, glum and ghostly. They would be good words to describe the plane wreak that spanned almost a mile. It must've crashed over twenty years eariler, but the rubble and melee were still spread far and wide. One wing was still intact, it was what held the craft off the ground on it's left side. It had plowed a good four feet down into the dirt, plastering the sides. The rain had washed it off, making the top a pale green from what had started to grow on the roof. The grass beneath had just started to grow back and the trees were edging closer. The smell was strong and clear. The smell you got if you dug up a grave yard, which would be disgusting. The plane hadn't moved since it had been stranded there, the cock-pit was empty. Both pilots had managed to escape, since both of the paracutes had also been removed.

Paradoxx looked over the once white air-craft, survaying the damage. One wing had completely come off and was lying around twenty metres back. Pieces and chairs had also been scattered hither and thither. The tall, strong doberman began to drag the caracuss again. It wasn't a heavy deer, but it would serfice. He wasn't hungry, he'd eaten another buck whilst hunting. This was more or less just temptation. He had it by the withers, just beneath it's shoulder. So far it was still quite warm. He navigated his way amoung the wreakage, sure paws finding their way. The grass was building up around the wreakage and concealing the odd piece of scrap metal. However, with light paws you didn't do yourself any damage. Paradoxx drew closer to the wreak. The door nearest the ground was still a good foot up, that was easy enough.

Strong claws clicked on the metal of the steps and the slightly irregular thud that came from the carcuss echoed. Once inside, Paradoxx dragged the deer down the long ailse, between business class and up to first class. The seats here were plush and comfortable. Still in pretty good condition. The doberman stopped at the head, between seats 1A and 1B. He laid the carcuss down, draping himself across it. He lay on top of the carcuss, tail flicking rythmically on the floor. It was a good point, at the head. He could see down the length of the plane, all the doors, whatever was coming in or leaving. His burgandy eyes survayed with anticipation, a slight smile curving his jaw back over his sharp teeth.